Текст песни Белые тени - Детский дом

A little girl was sitting on the porch
Tears ran down my cheeks and hurt my soul
Screams are heard in the house, mother screams, screams
On the sofa in the hall, a folder drunk asleep.

A few days ago, a mom rolled over a malyavu,
But the poor fellow did not read that letter
Just crumpled, threw it in an urn, tore
Mom’s letters the girl often burned by the window
On the envelope in the ballot box the addressee of the orphanage
Mother often writes letters, but in response does not even see the word
Far girl lives in an orphanage
There is a father, there is a mother, but only by fate
He will come, sit by the window and remember the father of the drunk
And his friends in life drunk with beer at the porch.
Mother at least sometimes held on, didn’t beat so often,
In general, I tried on my birthday.
Of course, it didn’t always work out, a rising arm
For a girl, the one who at 10 years old ran away from home.

Little girl in shock, bruised
Bruises on the neck, on small hands.
You're alone, far from everyone
No parents, no tender words, children's laughter

Little girl grew up long ago
The tears on my cheeks are gone, now anyway, the past is forgotten
What was cast, homeless
Without parents, she grew and became only tough.
Do you remember only fragments of life from your childhood
Father that did not love you, thumped only day after day
And the mother who walked.
Then you heard that she lost her son
You know, it was a slut that she slept with everyone next door
Do you remember how often you were beaten,
On her knees with salt she spent the night
And the other day in the newspaper you read the news:
Old couple

The little girl grew up a long time ago.
In the orphanage, crumb was not easy.
Still recalls 10 difficult years
Mom, dad's drunk, those that are no longer there

Little girl
Little girl
Little girl
Little girl